🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Many Men - 50 Cent

  man (wish death)
 50 Cent
 
 Lloyd Banks
 Man we gotta go get  to eat man
  hungry as a motherfucker
 
 50 Cent
 Ay yo man, damn what's taking  so long son?
 
 Lloyd Banks
 50, calm down, here he 
 
 9 Shots
 
 Banks  50 Cent
  ohh, what the fuck!?
 
 50 Cent
 Ahh! son,  up! pull up!
 
 Intro
 Many men, wish  upon me
 Blood in my eye dawg and I  see
 I'm trying to be what I'm destined to 
 And niggaz trying to take  life away
 I put a hole  nigga for fucking with me
 My back on the wall, now you  see
 Better watch how you talk, when  talk about me
 Cause I'll come and  your life away
 
  men, many, many, many, many men
 Wish death 'pon 
 Lord I  cry no more
 Don't look to the sky  more
 Have mercy  me
 
 Now these  niggaz putting money on my head
 Go on  get your refund motherfucker, I ain't dead
 I'm the diamond  the dirt, that ain't been found
  the underground king and I ain't been crowned
 When I  something special happen every time
  the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
 I walk the block with  bundles
 I've been knocked  the humble
 Swing the ox  I rumble
  your ass what my gun do
 Got a  nigga, go'head, lose your head
 Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your 
 I walk around gun on waist, chip on  shoulder
 Till I bust a clip in your face,  this beef ain't over
 
 Chorus:
 Many men,  many, many, many men
 Wish  'pon me
 Lord I don't  no more
 Don't look to the sky  more
 Have  on me
 Have mercy on  soul
 Somewhere my heart  cold
 Have mercy on many 
  many, many, many men
 Wish  upon me
 
 Some days  be special, if it wasn't for rain
 Joy wouldn't feel  good, if it wasn't for pain
 Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is 
  leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
 This if for my niggaz on the block, twisting trees  cigars
  the niggaz on lock, doing life behind bars
 I don't see only god can judge me, 'cause  see things clear
 Quick these crackers will give my black ass  hundred years
 I'm like Paulie in  you can call me the Don
 Like Malcolm by any means, with my  in my palm
 Slim switched sides on me, let  ride on me
  thought we was cool, why you want me to die homie?
 
 Chorus
 
 Every night I talk to god, but he don't say  back
 I know he protecting me, but I still  with my gat
 In my nightmares, niggaz keep pulling  on me
 Psych says some  dumb, put a hex on me
 The feds didn't know much, when Pac  shot
 I got  kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
 I ain't gonna spell it out for  motherfuckers all the time
 Are you illiterate  You can't read between the lines
 In  bible it says, what goes around, comes around
 Almost  me, three weeks later he got shot down
 Now it's  that I'm here, for a real reason
 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fucking 
 
 Chorus